We skipped the light fandangoAnd turned cartwheels cross the floor.I was feeling kind of seasickBut the crowd called out for more.The room was humming harderAnd the ceiling flew awayWhen we called out for another drinkThe waiter brought a trayAnd so it was that laterAs the miller told his taleThat her face at first just ghostlyTurned a whiter shade of pale.

She said "There is no reason,And the truth is plain to see,"But I wandered through my playing cardsAnd would not let her beOne of sixteen vestal virginsWho were leaving for the coast